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Hey! Who’s the fine lookin’ fellow on crutches?

I don’t know, but I’m on crutches too. Yep.

How? Well let me tell you. I was leaving Cherry Alley Cafe last night, it was snowing and dark. While walking to my crappy little apartment, I twisted the hell out of my left ankle, falling on my FACE and my hands, cutting them up a treat.

It hurt, but not too bad. I walked to my car and drove off. Oh, I was going to my crappy little apartment to get a few things. I’m now staying at my parents’ house because one of the things that makes my crappy little apartment crappy is that there is zero heat and zero insulation in it. Yay!

Anyway, I drive the ten miles to casa da parentals and make some food, all the time walking around. I was limping a very little bit, but even that was hardly noticeable.

After eating, I pulled out my laptop and did some work on the trip. A few hours later, my ankle started to hurt quite a bit. That’s when I realized that I probably couldn’t walk.

So I tried. Nope. No walking for me. I could hop, I guess, but I have no balance and my legs were already sore from lugging many boxes down four flights of stairs the night before. At 1am, I crawled into the laundry room to finish my laundry and then went to bed, hoping that I would magically be able to walk in the morning.

Silly me. It was actually worse. I can’t even apply a tiny bit of pressure to it. None. Lucky for me (if “luck” is how I wish to describe this), my parents have crutches. So that’s what I’m doing today. And probably for the next two weeks.

Oh, and I can’t drive. Can’t work the clutch pedal.

This is all sorts of depressing. I’m 32, have to move back in with mom and dad, and now they have to drive me wherever I want to go. It’s like I’m 15. This sucks. A lot.

And I’ve got to work all weekend. I hate asking for help. I guess I’m kind of proud like that. It’s stupid and weak of me to not ask for help when I need it, but that’s how I am. Usually. I do kinda need someone to go up into my apartment sometime this morning. But I don’t know who will do that. Ugh.

Such sucking.

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